No one cares about your dreams unless they’re in them.

But it’s nice when you dream of someone and in that dream you are able to say goodbye.

You are able to see they are slowly becoming a dot on the horizon.

People can seem so big in our lives, like boulders sitting in our chests.

And as time goes by, little by little, they begin to dissolve.

And soon, they are a dot on the horizon. They weigh as much as your 2nd grade teacher, or a boy you knew in high school. Their remains are as heavy as a thumb print.

It feels like they will be heavy forever. It feels like there is nothing else that can fit in your chest, it’s so full of that person.

All you do is think of them.

All you do is think of calling them, or reaching out to say HEY, ARE YOU THINKING OF ME RIGHT NOW LIKE I’M THINKING OF YOU RIGHT NOW? 

But one day you wake up and realize you dreamt of them and it meant nothing. 

You said goodbye.

You realized that they will love someone else and you will too.

You realize we will both be ghosts, you and I.

Someday, we will both be ghosts.

And I wonder if we will haunt the same places.

Or if perhaps we will forget eachother’s names.

And another ghost will approach you and say, did you know Amanda?

And you will say, Who?

Amanda.

Oh…yes! I knew her. She was pretty and made me laugh. I was a boulder in her chest for awhile. But I dissolved and became part of her blood, part of her breath, just like a cab driver or a barista or a small child with a snotty nose on the train.

She said goodbye and we left eachother on good terms.

I remember her now.